Whenever I think of this part, and I think of it often, I imagine how that had to feel for him. How hopeless and cold. How empty. How haunted he had to be that first night all alone. I think of the smells of disinfectant, urine, feces, and fear, with fear being the worst. I think of his confusion, and how he could see little and hear nothing. I imagined his underfed body shivering, because that’s what he did when he showed up in our lives a few days later.
